it's late at night
and i can't sleep.
i know that soon
the alarm will beep.

but for now i sit;
afraid to admit
that my feelings for you
are growing bit-by-bit.

i suppose one could say
that you've led me astray.
it is not ideal,
but i think i will stay.

my mind wanders
and i can't help but ponder . . .

is this what i need?
is this love indeed?

- g.r.

you leave me here to dry and rot;
a daisy in the dust.

wallowing in my sorrows,
i beg for your return.

pleading and beseeching
for one more chance
to prove my worth.

it seems as if you only appear
to pluck, pluck, pluck
my petals away.

you leave me petal-less;
to most i'd have no point.

i have to use my senses
to find a better way.

i pray,
i hope,
i dream:
some day someone else will come
and i'll grow new petals,
one-by-one.

if only you would smile when the world is turning upside down and everything is crumbling to the ground. i swear, we'd all still be here. i know it's cheesy, but your smile makes things so easy.                        

if your stunning eyes start to crease and your exquisite teeth start to gleam, the world won't ever end, it will only begin again and again.            

if only you would grin, the world would be so peaceful and all the waves would settle. the wars would be over and the young would always be sober. keep your head high and no one will ever die.      

- g

i know you don't understand
the way i feel toward you.

i sense you don't want me
to want you like i do.

i realize you think i'm
a teeny bit insane.

but honey you're a buzzing bee
and i can't help that you've stung me.

i try to make it go away,
but everything you do
makes me want to stay.

It's been 121.747 days
i still feel an ache in my chest
when i see your name
when i see your face.

It's been 121.747 days
since i've heard your voice
since you've called my name.

It's been 121.747 days
since i said the words "let's break up"
in a spur of rage and hate.

It has been 121.747 days of regret

and counting.

When our hair turns gray
And our memories fade
When our bones get weak
And we lose our teeth
When our meds increase
And our hearings decrease
When everything else turns gray and old
I promise you, our love will stay safe and gold
Immortalized in this poem, my love
For the generations to unfold

society teaches you to worry about everything…
every promise left to be broken, every word left to be said.
every person left to distrust, every world left to die.
every love left to deceive, every future left to fade.
every hope left to suffer, every breath left to perish.

society doesn't teach you about…*
every promise left to be kept, every word left to be covert.
every person left to trust, every world left to live.
every love left to support, every  future left to brighten.
every hope left to comfort, every breath left to take.

*~ g.r.